Wound's Room: A Narrative Fiction
Roland’s glass door swing open, the man walks through is the very epitome of authority with his gun hanging idly at his hip, the party guest reflected in his over-large sunglasses. Everyone seems not to notice, they are not scared. What can he do? Arrest them all for underage drinking. Maybe if a soldier walked in, people would start talking. One of the other officers dressed in blue cuts down the girl she still hangs lifeless for all to see.
“Dear friends lend me your ear for a moment. Take a pause from your music and listen to the tale of the dead girl. Let her be cursed, let her rot, she was not the good this world needs. She manipulated her way here, to this party full of life. We do not know much of her demise but only the wind is left. …show more content…
Its cave mouth of impenetrable blackness. The stars shine in, glowing on the sleeping people.
Soraya lays in an old hammock, near at the entrance of the cave. The moon pours down on her, showering her with beams of light. The moonbeams alight each dark curl with passion. Her skin illuminates like the stars; she looked deathly pale, like she could join the stars in an hour. Her heart would stop any moment, but the stars know the truth, that it beats away inside her, like a constant drum of passion.
August is more fragile than the glass ballerina that sits on my dresser at home. And it is not because he is not tough, he is the toughest six year old in the war. It's hard to get his attention under his brown hair that dominates his narrow face. His minds lives in the fairytales everyone tells him. Fighting dragons, saving princess, surviving the war. He touches Soraya’s shoulder and she almost jump away from him. There wasn't anyone behind her even a while ago, everyone is asleep. August clearly crying, starts “There are monsters under my bed, can you make them go away!”
Soraya takes his little hand. They are small but hard. Sometimes she forgets that August is six, he has grown up so quickly. It is such a tragedy, to have your childhood ripped away. “Let’s go and
“Dear friends lend me your ear for a moment. Take a pause from your music and listen to the tale of the dead girl. Let her be cursed, let her rot, she was not the good this world needs. She manipulated her way here, to this party full of life. We do not know much of her demise but only the wind is left. …show more content…
Its cave mouth of impenetrable blackness. The stars shine in, glowing on the sleeping people.
Soraya lays in an old hammock, near at the entrance of the cave. The moon pours down on her, showering her with beams of light. The moonbeams alight each dark curl with passion. Her skin illuminates like the stars; she looked deathly pale, like she could join the stars in an hour. Her heart would stop any moment, but the stars know the truth, that it beats away inside her, like a constant drum of passion.
August is more fragile than the glass ballerina that sits on my dresser at home. And it is not because he is not tough, he is the toughest six year old in the war. It's hard to get his attention under his brown hair that dominates his narrow face. His minds lives in the fairytales everyone tells him. Fighting dragons, saving princess, surviving the war. He touches Soraya’s shoulder and she almost jump away from him. There wasn't anyone behind her even a while ago, everyone is asleep. August clearly crying, starts “There are monsters under my bed, can you make them go away!”
Soraya takes his little hand. They are small but hard. Sometimes she forgets that August is six, he has grown up so quickly. It is such a tragedy, to have your childhood ripped away. “Let’s go and